Roses are the colour of blood,
And violets are not blue,
Of all the people who have spoken my name,
I truly believe my favorite is you.

But you're so far away,
And I'm trapped in my own head,
So I spend my time thinking,
And imagining you in my bed.

I desperately crave your touch,
But not in the way you think,
I just wish i could hold onto you,
And without you I begin to sink.

I've slipped so far away,
Yet I'm just below the surface,
I'm grasping at any reason,
To pretend my life has purpose.

But what's the point of pretending,
If faking only turns to hurting,
I wish I had a filter,
To keep these words from blurting.

But I see no point in my life,
We all end the same way,
I wish I could feel different,
Maybe I will someday.

But I have a slight problem,
You see, it's quite dark,
That I'd let my life go so easy,
Without even a simple remark.

And I don't think I'd beg for my life,
If someone held a gun to my head,
In fact, I would meet their gaze,
And just smile at them instead.

Or if I crossed a busy street,
I wouldn't look either way,
I'd just keep my head down,
And search for reasons to stay.

I know I should,
After all, I have you,
But my thoughts don't work that way,
And there's nothing I can do.

I see you in every spectrum,
Every colour in existence,
And my love chases after you,
With alarming persistence.

You've accepted my heart,
I just need this final test,
But I'm getting so tired,
And this seems a good place to rest.